Worshipping at Taizé changed me. Only a teenager, at fourteen years old (give or take), I visited the ecumenical monastery in Cluny, France. My dad and I drove there from our house outside of Geneva, Switzerland, for a spiritual getaway. The phrase “contemplative spirituality” meant nothing to me, and for all I knew, a monastery might as well have been a synonym for a UFO sighting. I still identified as an evangelical Christian, even though many nascent doubts stirred in me about whether God loved me and whether God was trustworthy at all.
A very thoughtful, no heart-felt essay. Having visited Taizé with your dad, I can testify to much of what you have written. I am glad we have reconnected after so many years. God bless.
Your post every Sunday continues to inspire and challenge me. What really stands out is your ability to have your personal experience reflect but not overtake that of John, in this instance. As a 70 year old Christian of the 21st C. I have and continue to evolve with the world we live in, guided by God and through generous people like yourself. Thank you, Mark. No reply is needed.
Thanks for today’s reflection Mark. Reflects so much of my own journey. In my 3rd year of deconstruction, doubt and depression (dark night). Not sure I could survive ten years but learning to trust in the not knowing. Grateful for moments of touching luminous Light which feel like ‘worship’ as you describe it. Thank you
A very thoughtful, no heart-felt essay. Having visited Taizé with your dad, I can testify to much of what you have written. I am glad we have reconnected after so many years. God bless.
Your post every Sunday continues to inspire and challenge me. What really stands out is your ability to have your personal experience reflect but not overtake that of John, in this instance. As a 70 year old Christian of the 21st C. I have and continue to evolve with the world we live in, guided by God and through generous people like yourself. Thank you, Mark. No reply is needed.
Thanks for today’s reflection Mark. Reflects so much of my own journey. In my 3rd year of deconstruction, doubt and depression (dark night). Not sure I could survive ten years but learning to trust in the not knowing. Grateful for moments of touching luminous Light which feel like ‘worship’ as you describe it. Thank you
Thank you Mark. You speak to what so often feels like my lost soul. Turning on a light is much appreciated.